[Loki wouldn't waste his best manners on just anyone. But this woman isn't just anyone, and that's more than obvious to Loki. And she's a beacon of pleasant company and intelligence, after dealing with many of far less stellar character. And when she rises and smiles, he smiles as well, all warmth and kindness in his expression.]

Princely words, from the younger prince of Asgard. Although titles mean little in these lands, they mean much still in one's heart and behavior. Even in situations such as these, we must remember our station. And the honor that such positions hold. [He'd be rather pleased to know that he's some comfort. It's appealing to him.] You have my thanks, and my gratitude. And even the simplest of meals is something, when one is so weary.

[He laughs lightly then, and smirks just a little.] Not quite. Some say the God of Mischief, or the God of Lies. Terribly unflattering titles, don't you think? And worse ones still come with it.